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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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The quiet sense of something lost
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
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But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
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She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
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Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
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Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The white flower of a blameless life.
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